Chapter 23: Trembling with pleasure with my childhood friend

Trembling with pleasure with my childhood friend

At the park, Aya and I sat on a covered bench.

Our knees were close enough that they might touch or not and we both gazed at the park without saying a word.

No one was around and there were no pedestrians on the road.

The bench was in a somewhat secluded spot within the park, so our actions couldn’t be seen from outside the park.

The hands of the park’s clock pointed to half past eleven.

I closed the distance with a fist’s worth of space and leaned in towards Aya.

Aya, too, looked back at me in silence.

“…”

With a sound so quiet it didn’t make a noise, we kissed.

I gently pressed my lips against Aya’s soft ones.

When I placed my hand on her shoulder, Aya’s entire body trembled slightly.

I drew her closer to my chest.

Our knees met and from there, most of our bodies pressed together.

The night breeze, moist with the lingering summer heat, carried Aya’s sweet fragrance.

I felt Aya’s body with my entire being.

Suddenly, the image of the blond man from earlier came to mind.

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Subtly, he had been looking at Aya’s thighs repeatedly.

An ugly emotion, akin to possessiveness, surged within me.

Aya’s hand lightly touched my chest.

It was a sign to wait.

I pulled away my lips.

“Boyan, don’t… We might get bitten by mosquitoes…” Aya expressed her intention.

In response to Aya’s statement, acknowledging the potential consequences of their actions, heat surged in my groin.

“It’s fine”, I said.

Around us, there were no mosquitoes in sight.

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Perhaps it was because the peak of summer had passed and the temperature had dropped a bit.

No, that’s not the reason.

Surely, this is also a service from the divine.

Modest, yet quite appreciated.

“Aya, even mosquitoes find you attractive”, I teased, whispering to Aya.

Aya pursed her lips and gave me an annoyed look.

“But Boyan, you’re getting bitten too…”

“No, I have a body that mosquitoes don’t find attractive.”

“No, Boyan… you’re just not realizing that you’re being bitten.”

I was a bit surprised.

Could I really be that clueless?

With a mixture of doubt and acceptance, I responded.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is… Look, here.”

Aya gently brushed her finger against my left elbow.

I also looked at that spot.

Indeed, there was a slightly swollen mark where a mosquito had bitten me.

I hadn’t noticed it at all.

I had always thought I had an immunity to mosquito bites.

It seemed that Aya was right – I was absentmindedly letting myself get bitten by mosquitoes.

The fact that Aya knew me better than I did was strangely pleasing.

While surprised, I grinned and Aya smiled back.

With a hint of pride, she looked at me with an affectionate expression.

“Truly, Boyan is such a dreamer”, her expression seemed to say, so I kissed her.

“Mmm… Nn, mmm… Mwah…”

I slipped my tongue into the moist gap between her lips and tasted the warmth of the inner membrane.

Aya also timidly licked my tongue in response.

As our tongues intertwined, we momentarily broke the kiss.

“Huh…”

Aya let out a soft voice.

—More.

I wanted to keep kissing.

Aya’s inner voice and her reluctant expression were robbing me of my reason.

I could just stay like this, completely enveloping her, but I wanted to savor Aya’s adorable reactions a little longer.

“Aya, come here.”

Saying that, I pulled Aya’s arm.

I stood her up for a moment, then gently guided her to sit between my spread legs.

Observing Aya’s back of the head as she sat there, I placed my hands on my knees. Her slightly hunched figure reminded me of just how petite she was.

While holding her tenderly, I let my hands slip into Aya’s chest area.

As I cupped her ample breasts with both hands, Aya placed her hands over mine.

“Boyan, someone might see us…”

“It’s okay, no one will see us.”

I answered Aya confidently.

“…You can’t know that.”

Despite her words, Aya’s palms over my hands grew limp.

Through our pressed bodies, I could feel her emotions.

—Why.

Why do I feel reassured?

Because Boyan says it’s okay.

Always.

I’m okay.

I applied a bit more pressure with both hands and began to knead Aya’s breasts.

To ascertain the shape of her well-proportioned, ample bosom.

To savor the softness I could feel even through her blouse and bra.

As I kneaded and squeezed, Aya started to release tender sighs.

“Mmm… Fu, uu… Nnnn…”

Aya covered her mouth with the back of her hand, desperately suppressing her voice.

I had become absorbed in teasing her ears, her response was too cute.

Perhaps I went a little too far with the teasing.

Aya’s whole body trembled slightly.

With Aya’s blouse pulled out from her skirt, my hand slipped beneath it and felt her damp belly. I massaged her bra, which was damp from sweat.

“Ah… Nn…”

Aya moaned, her voice particularly enticing.

My hands moved busily beneath her blouse and her aroused nipples were faintly visible through the fabric.

Aya’s breasts were as pleasurable to touch as ever.

Even with a slight increase in pressure, her soft flesh changed shape in my hands.

Yet, there was also a bouncing resilience that resisted my touch.

If I let myself go, I could continue caressing for hours.

“Nn, Boyan… Aah, nn…”

Through her bra, I sensed that her nipple was hardening.

Subconsciously, Aya placed her hands on my thighs, gripping tightly.

It felt like she was urging me to take her, igniting my carnal desire.

Honestly, it’s a bit troublesome that she’s so natural about things like this.

“Aya, can I enter you? I can’t hold back anymore.”

Aya didn’t reply verbally – she simply nodded.

Perhaps it was because we were outdoors, her reactions were more reserved.

However, she wasn’t resisting at all to the idea of taking in my manhood.

I stood up, pulled down my pants and underwear and my erect member sprang free.

I grabbed Aya’s waist with both hands and adjusted her position.

In the dim light, I could barely see, but I was fairly certain that Aya’s entrance was just in front of my glans.

“Aya, slowly lower your hips like that.”

“Like this?”

In the space within her descending skirt, I felt the tip of my member make contact with her moist entrance.

“Ah!”

Aya let out a sweet sigh.

If Aya continued to lower her hips, my shaft would gradually be swallowed up by her warm wetness.

“Ah, nn… ku, uu…!”

Parting her soft folds, my member thrust into Aya’s depths.

Soon, her buttocks rested on my groin.

My glans had likely reached deep within her.

With a long exhalation, Aya leaned her weight onto me.

Tightening my abdominal muscles, I thrust upwards slightly.

“Ahnn… Wait… E-ahnn…!”

Aya emitted a cute, delicate moan.

Simultaneously, her vaginal walls constricted around my glans, squeezing rhythmically.

In delayed harmony, her vaginal entrance also clenched around the base of my member.

In just a single stroke, a maddening sensation of impending climax surged.

I grasped Aya’s waist, slightly lifting my hips while sliding her back and forth with gentle movements.

“Yah, ann, that… No, ah… Nnuu…”

Aya started to whimper in distress, her voice was sweetly breathless.

She kept her head down, bearing the pleasure desperately.

The point of connection between our bodies produced lewd wet sounds.

Perhaps due to the stillness and the absence of insects around us, the sounds seemed louder than usual.

Aya’s forehead bumped against my shoulder.

Her soft cries of “Ah” and “Uhh” resonated through my bones, sending shivers throughout my body.

She seemed to be feeling to an unbelievable extent.

Her voice, like a cry of agony, conveyed her emotions.

—Right there.

Feels good.

Strange sensation in my head.

I’m getting carried away.

No, not there.

Rubbing.

Like that.

If done slowly.

No.

Ah.

Feels good.

No, again.

Ah, this is it.

I adjusted the angle of my hips, seeking the position that would bring Aya the most pleasure.

The base of my shaft – around the pubic bone – was brushing against Aya’s clitoris. Each time I moved back and forth, it rubbed against her, eliciting waves of pleasure.

This must be giving Aya an extraordinary sensation.

“Auh, ugh, uu… aah, nghuuhhh…!”

Aya’s moans gradually transformed into muffled, moan-like sounds.

As I continued a rhythmic thrusting motion, I sensed that Aya was quietly reaching her climax.

Her vagina gripped my member tightly, her hands that were clutching my shoulder grew tense.

“Nnng… Ah, aaah, Boy…yan, Boyan…!”

Aya’s plaintive feelings reached me.

Within the rush of overwhelming pleasure and the desire that consumed me, along with incomprehensible emotions that made me want to cry, flowed in.

In the midst of that torrent, I realized that there was a slight sensation of pain.

Knees…?

Ah, right, it’s my knees.

Aya had mounted the bench using her knees and as she rode me, her knees remained in contact with the wooden surface, swaying back and forth.

Gradually, friction was causing discomfort. If left like this, her knees might swell.

“Aya, that hurts here… Lift your knees.”

I stroked Aya’s knees from the side and gently raised them up.

As Aya leaned back, I slipped one hand around her waist to support her.

With my other arm, I lifted Aya’s thighs and she reached out to hold onto my neck.

Aya and I remained connected, forming a V-shape with our bodies.

It was an intense face-to-face position.

“Ahh, ugh… haaann…”

A seductive moan unlike any I’d heard before escaped Aya’s lips.

It seemed that due to the change in angle, my member was pressing against the back wall of her vagina – one of her many sensitive spots.

Her sultry voice, almost a verbalization of her arousal, pushed my impending climax closer to its limits.

I wanted to tease her more, to savor the sensation.

I maintained this position, keeping still for a while.

Even though I was holding still, Aya’s body twitched and spasmed around my member, which seemed to constantly find its way to a pleasurable spot within her.

After a moment, both Aya’s and my breathing began to steady.

I decided to speak up.

“Aya, show me your chest.”

“Um… that’s embarrassing.”

Despite having been seen by me multiple times before, her shyness was characteristic of Aya.

“It’s okay. Only I can see.”

“But… it’s embarrassing.”

“I want to see your cute breasts, Aya.”

“Okay…”

—Boyan.

He really likes breasts…

In my mind, Aya’s lightly complaining voice sounded irresistibly cute.

Supporting Aya from behind to prevent her from falling backward, I used my other hand to unbutton her blouse.

As I opened it up, a large, bulging yellow bra came into view.

It was adorned with delicate frills and had a modest ribbon in the center.

I aimed for that ribbon and kissed it.

Both cheeks were nestled in the voluptuous cleavage.

It was warm, soft and emitted an intoxicating aroma.

“Ugh… Boyan…”

Aya’s plaintive voice descended from above.

While my face was buried in the soft cleavage, I reached around her back, undoing the hooks of her bra.

The moment the bra was released, the breasts that had been compressing my cheeks trembled.

I lifted the loosened bra, revealing white, bare breasts.

Grasping the underside of her breasts with one hand, I playfully jiggled them up and down. Their weight was as substantial as ever.

Pulling my face out of the cleavage momentarily, I greedily latched onto the succulent mounds.

“Ahnnn…!”

Savoring the smooth flesh, I sucked on the erect nipples.

Rolling them around in my mouth, I sucked and filled my mouth with a sweet something.

Suction, slurping and a lewd soundscape resonated as I explored Aya’s breasts.

Simultaneously, driven by an irresistible urge to climax, I thrust my hips upward.

“Haah, ahnn, ah… Boyan, so intense… Aaahnnn, ah… nnng…”

Buried between her breasts, I moved my mouth and tongue fervently.

As my member delved into Aya’s vagina, I thrust and withdrew as if voraciously devouring her.

It wasn’t a frenetic piston.

The intensity, angle and speed were just right to pleasure Aya to her limits.

As Aya’s arousal heightened, so did the shared sensation of pleasure, coursing through my body.

Perhaps drowning in a profound orgasm that my male self couldn’t fathom.

Holding Aya tightly, I found myself gasping uncontrollably.

Our bodies shook, each tremor accompanied by a flood of pleasure.

The pleasure was overwhelming, to the point where my consciousness threatened to slip away.

Finally, Aya reached climax.

“Aaahhnnnn—!”

Simultaneously, an overwhelming sensation of ejaculation surged from deep within me.

Dangerous, it’s coming—!

“Aggh…!”

A sensation akin to my member exploding.

An intense release that felt like it was pulling my entire testicles away.

Squelching sounds echoed as semen was ejected in spurts.

My essence flowed ceaselessly into Aya’s depths.

Mixed with her love juices, the backflowing semen wet our groins.

And still, the sensation of climax didn’t stop.

It was incredibly, unbearably pleasurable.

Being enveloped by Aya’s body, her warmth was delightful.

A profound feeling of bliss filled every inch of my being.

This supreme pleasure seemed to be a result of divine intuition.

We shared pleasure, heightening each other’s sensations like a perpetual motion machine.

The more our bodies intertwined, the more intense it became.

How many hundreds, thousands of times would we experience this in future sex sessions?

Such thoughts, resembling fears, were once again drowned in the rush of pleasure.

Aya and I continued to tremble in an unending deluge of ecstasy.